miss universe

a woman today asked me if i had watched the miss universe pageant last night.

i told her no, but that i knew miss japan had won the title (don't ask).

she told me that i look like miss japan.

hahaha.

rude

dear wf who drives a black four door alero with plates hmj 299:

i am very angry with you.

i know that people in cars accidentally hit other cars. every day.

accidents happen. people happen. hell, life happens.

but i also believe that when you cause an accident, you have a choice.

you can be a good person, write a note, and karma will leave you alone.

or, you can walk away and pretend like nothing happened.

and then, my dear, karma will find you.

if i don't track you down myself, i am at least comforted by the fact that you will not get away with it.

you may not know it, but i will.

love,
sophie

ps. dear robin who left a note: bless your heart. people like you make me believe in people.

pps. dear parking ramp security: thank you for helping me out. maybe we'll find this crazy broad and make her pay.

ppps. dear 311 operator: sorry if i called the wrong number. i didn't even know 311 existed. the parking ramp security guy gave it to me. no need to be so crabby when i am trying to be so nice.

pppps. dear hit-and-run line operator: if there was a special number that people need to call to report a hit and run, no one knows about it. thanks for telling me i shouldn't have left the accident sight after i already left. thank you also for directing me to the nearest precinct to report the problem. in short, thanks for a big bucket of nothing. *&$%.

waver?!

this past weekend we spent a lot of time at the chambers hotel.

i love it.

on friday night, we took our guests from nyc there for drinks after dinner.

and guess who i saw?

yes even! totally unexpected.

we talked, he asked how i was doing. blah blah small talk yada yada.

he asked me what i was doing for thanksgiving.

i gave him the same drill i gave everyone else: my parents are in asia. my bros will be with girlfriends. in short, i am a lonely orphan this thanksgiving. wah.

"so you're not doing anything for thanksgiving?"

i laughed, told him that i would be okay.

"you could always come to my sister's house."

screeeeech.

excuse me? bold move for someone i haven't talked to for more than five minutes. also bold move considering he gave me his phone number and i have never used it. triply bold for bringing me an iced tea and expecting me to spend thanksgiving with him. are you serious?

eep. i politely thanked him and proceeded to write him off, making a mental note not to recognize him if there ever was a next time.

except...he came back.

this time, with friend in tow, he asked me again if i would like to join him for thanksgiving. again, i said no thank you. firm, but gentle. don't. make. me. be. mean. to. you.

seriously.

hearty

on most days, i buy a croissant.

when you become a regular at certain places, the people learn to know you.

there is a flaming redheaded girl (or purpleheaded, depending on the color of the dye that changes with the color of her mood) and a lightly carrotheaded boy.

they are both lovely to talk to in the mornings.

one day, the boy said to me, "i saw you walking by this morning, and you were carrying boxes. if i were that guy i would have carried them for you."

sigh. just like soup on a cold day.